Before we knew it, another half an hour passed. The stage was still intertwined with figures and swords.
In the audience, the Holy Masters of Guanghua had already shut up.
At first, two swords block one sword, and then four swords block one sword. Logically speaking, the consumption of holy energy will increase twice or even four times. Not to mention the Dharma Saint, even the Soul Saint may not be able to withstand such consumption of holy energy.
The fat white man should have fallen on the stage without any effort, or even died of anger, but he was still alive, except for his slightly tired face, which was nothing like before.
Zhou Xian's face became pale as paper, sweat as big as beans went down his cheeks, and his steps became weak and weak, obviously at the verge of the extinction of the holy energy.
At this time, Zhou Xian was so depressed that he just wanted to cry loudly.
Four times the consumption of holy energy can be delayed until now, and it is almost like he is about to fall down. This fat man is still alive as if nothing is wrong. Where does he get such abundant holy energy?
Well, it’s fine if you have plenty of holy energy, but where do you have such agile skills and how can you have such fast sword speed?
In order to fight quickly, Zhou Xian put his sword skills to the limit. No matter whether it is mysterious in the sword or the speed of attack, he is definitely comparable to the soul saint, but the fat man on the opposite side still deals with it without any leakage.
Who says fat people are slow to move, who says they are unable to move after eating too much? Liar, and the stories in fairy tales are all lie.
The more Zhou Xian thought about it, the more he felt depressed, and the more he thought about it, the more sad he felt. The last little holy energy left in his body also passed away rapidly at an astonishing speed.
"Dang!" Blocked the fat white man's sword again, Zhou Xian finally felt weak all over and fell to the sky, and the sword fell down weakly.
Looking at Zhou Xian on the stage, who was gasping heavily and rolling his eyes like a dead fish, both Guanghua and Xinghua were stunned.
The one who was dragged to death in the end was not the fat man in white, but Zhou Xian. How could this be possible?
"Where did you get such abundant holy energy?" After gasping for more than a dozen breaths, Zhou Xian recovered a little strength and asked with difficulty.
"Do you really think I'm eating so much for nothing?" The fat white man said disapprovingly, and at the same time took out a piece of jerky meat and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.
Everyone was surprised to see that after eating this piece of jerky, the fatigue on the fat white man's face was wiped out and his eyes became energetic.
This fat man can actually make up for his holy energy by eating meat! Oh my God, where did this monster come from? Could it be that the monster turned into a human form? The people who were already dull in their eyes became even more dull.
In fact, not only eating meat, but also eating vegetables can replenish the holy energy. As long as he cooks it with herbs with herbs.
"My head of the family, do you still need to light firecrackers and set off fireworks?" A weak question sounded in the crowd.
"Get out!" The response to him was someone's angry roar, and the big feet that infinitely enlarged in front of him.
"Hahaha, no wonder he kept eating wildly before he went on stage. It turned out that it was because of this, his talent was extraordinary and talented." A saint of Xinghua laughed loudly, and finally understood why the fat man was when he came on stage.
That's the look of eating.
"It's ridiculous that Zhou Xian advised him to eat more, and now he has lifted a stone and hit his foot." The companion next to him couldn't help laughing.
Thinking back to Zhou Xian's attentiveness to persuade the fat white man to eat more before the competition began, his gentle and sincere smile, let alone the people from Xinghua Kingdom, even the eyes of the Guanghua Kingdom looking at Zhou Xian